"I'll somehow make O'Reilly come," the girl promised. "I don't know how, yet, but I know I will, if you can get Mr. Sands out of the house."
Beverley shuddered. "How horrid that sounds ... as if I were plotting against him, the way women do who deceive their husbands."
"Well, anyhow, if O'Reilly took the papers, would he still have them, do you think?" asked Clo, with the sudden eagerness of one who catches in desperation at a new idea.
"It's just possible. I can see a reason why he might have been asked to keep them," Beverley answered.
"If that's so, would he put them in a bank, or a safe somewhere, or would he bring them to New York?"
"There might be a special motive for him to bring them to New York ... I think there would be a motive."
"Well, it seems to me, the sort of man I imagined he is, would be too smart to have such things on him if he came to your house, and didn't mean to give 'em back to you. It would be tempting Providence, so to speak!"
"If I were the kind of woman he thinks I am, he'd not expect me to stop short of murder to get those papers," and Beverley laughed a bitter little laugh.
"Good! If he comes to you and leaves the papers at his hotel, a certain thing will happen, but it's safer for you not to know—till afterward."